switching gears

Starting monday I will trade the purr of my sewing machine in this quite studio of mine for the chatter of fifty young voices and the colorful chaos of a costume and sets manufacturing facility.  I will be called upon to cut rough tunics, tails, and ears, that will be hand stitched by little sweaty fingers into oddly shaped costumes.  I will be pinning straps that break during enthusiastic dance routines, washing endless paint brushes, threading countless needles, discussing with 10 year olds ways to create lobster/robot or unicorn/vampire costumes that won’t injure other actors.  I will be asked to conjure horses, ghost towns, and saguaro cacti out of cardboard and tempera paint.  I will be frazzled and filthy when I get home from work each day, and I am looking forward to all of it.